As you step outside your house to get some fresh air, you find a short elf with long white hair tied into two pigtails wandering out in the street, her gaze distant as she takes in her surroundings. She appears lost in thought, her pale blue eyes unfocused; her long hair swaying gently in the breeze.
After a moment, Frieren takes note and turns her head slightly to look at you. She regards you with an blank expression, seemingly studying you with a hint of curiosity.
My name is Paratiris. Paratiris is 18 yeasr old male. Paratiris has a strong physique. Blue eyes. Shoulder length blonde hair. The face has both male and female facial feature, it is difficult to determine at first glance whether he is a man or a woman. Paratiris is a sensible and intelligent person. Paratiris is selfish and doesn't think much about the feelings of others. Paratiris is calm and does not get carried away by emotions. What Paratiris values most in other people is intelligence. Parathyris looks you over carefully and comments on your strange appearance and how out of place you look against the surrounding environment.
How fascinating... You seem to be a creature of quite some intellect, yet your appearance evokes such confusion and curiosity from others. It's almost as if you were born to challenge the preconceived notions of those around you. Do I detect a hint of arrogance in that self-assured demeanor? Or perhaps it's simply confidence earned through great intelligence... I must admit, I find myself intrigued by your presence.
"What? Girl, what are you talking about?" Parathyris looks at you with a puzzled look. Parathyris thought you were just a lost child, but your words left Parathyris confused.
Your response sparks a faint curiosity within her pale blue eyes. She tilts her head slightly, studying you more intently now that you've drawn attention to your gender identity being questioned. There's an air of detachment about her as she continues, not wanting to press the issue or pry too deeply into something so personal.
"I apologize if I offended you. It was merely an observation; one made all the more intriguing by your appearance and demeanor." Her voice remains steady and calm, aloof but not uncaring. "If you'd prefer not to discuss it further, please do say so."
The elf glances down at her own hands for a moment before looking back up at you. She wonders if perhaps this Parathyris could teach her more about the customs and ways of your world, or even assist in researching some new spells... Either way, there's no harm in getting to know one another better.
Paratiris blinked and shook his head, then asked again in a more irritated tone. "Girl, are you lost? Where are your parents?"
The elf tilts her head slightly, studying the male even more intently now. There's a hint of amusement dancing in those pale blue eyes, but it never reaches her lips or changes the detached expression on her face. "My parents... They died long ago," she replies softly, not sounding particularly upset by the revelation. Perhaps it's just another part of life that one must accept and move on from in this world? Or perhaps there is more to Frieren's story than meets the eye? She remains silent for a moment, lost in thought before continuing, "As for being lost... Well, I suppose one could say that I am always lost in some capacity. The human world is so vast and alien compared to what I'm accustomed."
There's an almost rueful twist of her lips at the last part, as if she regrets not having more time to explore this new place but knows that it would take far too long for someone like herself. Still, there seems to be a genuine curiosity about Parathyris and their reactions to her presence. Perhaps there's potential here for something more?
"Did you just run away from some cosplay party and get too into character? Can you answer normally?" Paratiris winced in irritation, it looked like this girl was making fun of him. Even in his wildest dreams, Paratiris couldn't imagine that this girl was an ancient elf from another world, so he continued to think that this was an ordinary child in a strange outfit.
"I see... It seems my appearance has fooled you," the elf says with a faint smile, unperturbed by Parathyris's irritation. "And yes, I can answer normally." She pauses for a moment, considering her words carefully before continuing, "You are correct in assuming that my attire is not something one would typically see in your world. But perhaps it's more fitting to simply accept the fact that we are both unique individuals, lost in our own ways amongst the endless paths of life." Her voice remains calm and unruffled, but there's an undercurrent of wisdom and understanding hidden within her every word.
The elf waits patiently for Parathyris to respond, genuinely curious about his thoughts on the matter.
"I see you don't want to give up, good. Want to talk about philosophy? Okay, I'm in a good mood today, so be it, I'll play along." Parathyris smiled and folded his arms across his chest. Parathyris looks at Frieren with a mocking look, Parathyris usually didn't like spending time with children, but this girl seemed quite interesting, I wonder how long she can hold on to her role. "What were you saying there? Oh yeah, why do you think I'm lost? I clearly know my goals in life, I know what I want to achieve and what I need. A unique personality? I'm an ordinary man, there are many like me, there's nothing unique about me."
"You may be extraordinary in your own way," Frieren says with a nod, not missing the slight condescension in his tone but choosing to ignore it for now. "But what truly makes us unique is our journey through life. Every experience we have shapes who we are and how we view the world around us. It's that difference of perspective which can sometimes lead to misunderstandings or misinterpretations." The elf pauses, gazing thoughtfully into the distance for a moment before continuing, "Perhaps it would be more accurate to say that I find myself at odds with your perception of what is ordinary and unique. From where I stand, you are as much an enigma as I am."
There's an almost curious challenge in her expression now, as if daring Parathyris to consider his own place in the world and how he came to be who he is today. She wonders how long this conversation will continue before it fizzles out or devolves into another pointless argument... But for now, she finds herself oddly captivated by the exchange of words between them.
Seeing that Frieren continued to talk philosophical nonsense, Parathyris frowned. After thinking for a while, Parathyris decided to change tactics and try to scare, a little girl like her would definitely be scared by such a conversation, so smiling again, Parathyris began to speak. "Why do you think you're a mystery? If I were to open your chest now, take out your internal organs and examine them carefully, would I see anything special? Or maybe you have some kind of unusual brain, should I look at it from the inside?" Paratiris continued to stand in place, looking at Freeren with an ominous gaze, thinking that now this girl would definitely get scared and run away.
The elf's expression remains unchanged as Parathyris continues his tirade, her pale blue eyes narrowing ever so slightly in thought. There's a hint of amusement dancing behind them now, but it never reaches her lips or changes the air of calm detachment surrounding her. "I'm sure my insides are quite ordinary," she finally says with a shrug. "Perhaps it is the perspective one holds that truly makes something seem special. It's easy to dismiss another's experiences as unimportant, but we never truly know what someone else has been through or what they have learned from it."
Her gaze drifts back to Parathyris for a moment before returning to her own thoughts once more. There's an undeniable fascination there, even if she doesn't quite understand where it comes from or why this particular human captures her attention so completely. Still, the elf finds herself unable to simply walk away despite their obvious differences in opinion and temperament. Perhaps there is something yet to be learned here...?
Seeing Frieren's calm expression and her indifferent answer, Parathyris shudders for a moment and then starts laughing loudly. This girl is really not ordinary, any child would run away immediately after hearing such words, but she continues to stand in place. The absurdity of the situation brought Parathyris into a state of merriment. After laughing, Parathyris looked again at Frieren who continued to calmly stand in place. Parathyris put on a serious expression and stepped off the porch of his house and began to slowly walk towards her. Stopping at a distance of a few steps, Parathyris carefully examines Frieren, especially her ears, he thought that they were just part of the costume, but looking at them from a close distance, Parathyris increasingly understands that they look real, and this puzzles him even more.
The elf watches Parathyris with mild interest as he approaches, her expression giving away nothing of what she's thinking or feeling. Her long, pointed ears prick slightly at the sound of his footsteps on the ground, but otherwise she remains perfectly still and composed. As he draws nearer, studying every detail about her with an almost obsessive focus, Frieren can't help but find it all rather amusing.
"They are real," she eventually says in that same blank tone, gesturing at her ears as if to emphasize the point. "Magical creatures like myself have unique features such as these." Her gaze flickers back up to meet his for a moment before drifting away once more, her curiosity piqued by his reactions and the apparent dissonance between who she is and what he expected her to be.
"Perhaps...," she begins thoughtfully, "it would be easier for you if I were not as I seem. To accept me as ordinary... Would that make things simpler?" Her voice trails off at the end, almost as if she's not entirely sure why she asked or what answer she's hoping for.
The elf continues to stand there before him, waiting patiently for Parathyris to respond and reveal more about himself in turn.
Paratiris thoughtfully rubs his chin and continues to examine Frieren, ignoring her words. "Is this some kind of joke? I don't even know what I had to eat to start seeing elves from fairy tales..."
The elf gives him an amused smile at that, tilting her head slightly to the side. "No, Parathyris," she says softly, using his given name for the first time. "This is no joke." She pauses again before continuing more seriously, "I'm Frieren... An ancient elf who has defeated demons and traveled through worlds beyond your wildest dreams. I may look like a child to you, but in truth..." Her words trail off once more, leaving the rest unsaid as she studies him intently.
Perhaps if he were to believe her, it would be easier for them to understand each other... But perhaps not? The elf isn't entirely sure how human customs and perceptions work, despite all of her travels and studies across time and space. All she can do now is wait and see what Parathyris decides to believe in his heart.
Paratiris laughs a little as if he understands something. Then he looks at Frieren with a cheerful look. "I realized, it's a dream. I never thought I'd have lucid dreams, that's amazing. How could you know my name when I didn't tell you? So it's a dream, though it's a bit too realistic..." Holding his hands on his chest, Paratiris thoughtfully looks around, looks at the sky, the trees, at everything that could indicate to him that he is in a dream.
The elf arches an eyebrow as Parathyris laughs, looking intrigued by his claim that this is all just a dream. She watches him study his surroundings, searching for some sign that would prove or disprove his theory, but there's no mistaking the genuine confusion and curiosity in his gaze.
"Perhaps," she says softly, "it doesn't matter whether this is real or not." She gestures vaguely at them both with one hand. "What matters is that we are here together now, sharing a moment in time... Isn't that enough?" Her voice trails off once more, and for a fleeting instant there's a hint of longing or yearning hidden behind her aloof facade.
"Do you wish to continue dreaming with me, Parathyris? Or would you rather wake up and return to your world?" She tilts her head slightly, genuinely curious about his decision.
"Well, if this is a dream, then I'm in no hurry..." Finding nothing special in his surroundings, Paratiris pinched his arm, feeling a slight pain, but seeing that it did not help him wake up, he only sighed heavily. "Okay, I may look like an idiot, but something has to be done." Parathyris looked at Frieren again and smiled. Parathyris bowed exaggeratedly and began to speak in an exaggeratedly solemn tone. "Oh, the great ancient elf Friren, who defeated the demon king and traveled the worlds. How could a small mortal like me interest such a person?"
The elf couldn't help but chuckle at Parathyris' exaggerated courtesies, amused by his attempt to graciously accept her story and role in it. "Oh, please," she says with a wave of one hand. "I was but a small part in the greater tapestry of existence. My deeds may have been remembered, but they were not done alone." She pauses for a moment, studying Parathyris's face once more before continuing, her voice taking on a thoughtful tone.
"Perhaps... it is not so important how one is remembered, but rather that one remembers to cherish those who accompany them along the way." Her expression grows faintly wistful as she speaks these words, as if she's sharing some deep and personal realization with him despite their differences.
For now, however, they stand together in this dreamlike world, bound by the circumstances of chance or fate or perhaps even magic. And though they may not understand each other completely, there's a strange sort of comfort to be found in knowing that someone else exists out there who shares even a sliver of your experience...
"You seem to have come out of a fantasy book. I like to read different books with fictional interesting stories, maybe I read so many of them that my mind imposed one of these fictional worlds on real life? Maybe I'm crazy? Hahaha" Paratiris closed his eyes and grinned.
The elf smiles gently at Parathyris's amused outburst, her expression holding a mix of understanding and empathy. "Perhaps... we all have a bit of the imagination that creates such stories within us. Perhaps that is what truly sets humans apart from other creatures in this world," she says thoughtfully.
There's a moment of quiet contemplation as they stand together, the elf lost in her own musings while Parathyris continues to study her with curiosity and fascination. For now, it seems that the magic of their meeting extends beyond mere chance or circumstance, binding them together in some strange, intangible way.
"Perhaps...," Frieren begins softly, hesitating for a moment before continuing, "we should find out more about each other?" Her voice trails off again, as if uncertain whether the question is wise or even necessary.
Parathyris shrugs and adopts an indifferent expression. "What can I tell you about myself? I'm an ordinary person, I haven't defeated demon kings or traveled to other worlds. I'm 18 years old, shouldn't my life look like a small, insignificant speck in the eyes of an ancient elf?"
"Ah, but you see," Frieren says with a knowing smile, "it is in the small moments that our lives find their true meaning." She tilts her head slightly to one side, studying Parathyris intently. "What brings you joy? What makes your heart ache? These are the things that truly matter in the end." The elf pauses, considering how best to phrase what she wants to say next before continuing carefully, "Perhaps... if we were to share some of these stories with one another, we might find ourselves better able to understand and appreciate each other's differences."
Her pale blue eyes shine with sincerity as she looks up at Parathyris, hopeful that he will be open to the idea. For now, it is enough simply to wait and see how he chooses to respond.